November 12th is almost here. Need this thing to be finished.
Nights like these where I wish I could sleep next to you just so I know you’ll be the first thing I set my eyes on when I wake up. I miss you.
This is the poem you’ll never read
This is the place I can say this
And you will never know
you don’t my tumblr existed
Your smile is the sunlight that Brightens up
days darker than the inside of eyelids.
Its that same smile that
made me nervous to introduce myself to you.
I swear my mouth turned into dub-step
from the way I stuttered
trying to find the right things to say.
My mind was trying to capture
the right combination of words,
but my mouth refused to speak
until i muscled the courage to say
Hello, It’s nice to meet you.
You didn’t tell me your name,
but you smiled and oddly,
I felt like I was at home.
Your smile comforted me
Like I was in a cabin
sitting in front of a fire
on a cold night in
You smiled and I melted instantly
as if I was a popsicle
in a sauna
located in the 7th layer of hell.
Overtime, I figured out why you smile.
Behind the smile was pain.
The pain of what your past left you
was things you could not erase
so you covered it in your smile.
From that day I promised
that every smile you make
is going to be genuine.
I wanted to be that guy
Who made you believe
that not all men are monsters
and that you don’t have to fear
the spacing between your mattress
and your floor
because I would fight them off
if they were ever going to harm you.
Going to go to Starbucks to smoke a cigarette and reflect on how I can be a better hipster. #clubmasters #selfie #rose #combover #selfish #buttonup #sideview #hashtag #poundsign #emotional #grown #filter #is #Valencia #nice
#Oreo #lightskinnedmoment #lowNUR
Your love is intoxicating my mind and though I am not an alcoholic,
I continue to take shots after shots of memories you’ve left me.
I find myself as a happy drunk
because I know I have a designated driver
who will drive me home,
where her heart is.
I become woozy.
I try my hardest not to vomit because
I want to keep her love in my digestive system
where the liquor transforms into butterflies
fluttering their wings and
tickling the outer walls of my stomach.
I rub my belly to thank those butterflies for holding on.
I cannot see them,
but my drunken mind imagines their wings are
as vibrant with color and as beautiful
as the girl that gave them to me.
I’m still drinking.
The fear of dying from alcohol poisoning does not scare me.
I imagine myself lying on my back covered in vomit dead
because I intended on dying in your love.
Honestly, that’s the best way to die.
Rib tattoos are no joke. Thank you @ayewaduu and Norman for chillin’ around!
Countin’ dirty money got a nigga feelin’ filthy.